I went to the commissary yesterday to grab a gallon of milk since we had almost run out. Guess what I did? Just take a wild guess.. Yep I FELL. Again!
For anybody who doesn't know I fall down often. The last time I fell was in October of 2010. I folded my ankle on my neighbor's driveway and had to be taken to the ER in an ambulance. Burly firemen were called in to help me onto a stretcher. I had on pajama pants. All the while one of my more we'll say wise cracking neighbors was snapping photos of this all going down. So needless to say I am no stranger to embarrassment. But it had been a awhile since it had come knocking on my door. In the physical form anyway. I say all kinds of retarded things every single day and embarrass the daylights out of myself that way too.
So I grab my gallon of 2% and head about 5 steps towards the registers when I step in MILK that somebody else had spilt. My foot slid under me to the right and I sat down hard on my butt. Dragging down my 4 yr. old who was faithfully holding my hand the whole time. The best (?) part is that I smack the gallon of milk on the ground when I hit it and it explodes everywhere!! No wait actually the best (again ?) part is that this chick sees me bust my butt and she saunters on by without checking on me. And then she turned around for like a second like "Ouch" and speeds away!! LOL I wanna yell at her "Your so mean!" Or something like that.. well actually I wanted to flip her off but I didn't. Honestly I didn't.
I was fine and after a manager was assured of my safety I was free to grab another milk and get out of there with my sore bum and milk. Typical me.
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